“A writer lives in awe of words for they can be cruel or kind, and they can change their meanings right in front of you. They pick up flavors and odors like butter in a refrigerator.”
Awe of words
Words are an ultimate awe
A constant wonderment.
How the word in one language with an absolute meaning of beauty
In another language is having the clothes of being “bad”?
This sometimes feels to me
Like a flower in its open beauty
With no touch of the Sun
In its face of love.
Yet the flower lives through
Its seed growing even more powerful
Ripening in to full glory
In the readiness of creation of new life
If seeded carefully into fertile ground.
In awe I taste the energy of words
In my tongue
Of my heart.
And like the mantras of ancient yogis
Creates each word a new state of consciousness
In a second or less of time
The state is mastered
With a devotional mantra of wisdom,
Opening the inner flowers to the grace of love.
copyrighted by Ella R.